"Come!" said Garth, quietly, "I see that you recognise the woman. Her name, if you please?"
"I--I--promised never to speak of her."
"You must--for your own sake."
"I dare not. Let me go, Mr. Garth!"
He broke away from the lawyer, but before he could reach the door he was in the grip of Fanks. "Come, Robert," said the latter, soothingly, "you must make the best of a bad job. I know that you were devoted to your master. At the same time he is dead, and it is necessary that the mystery of his death should be cleared up. On the whole," added Fanks, looking into the eyes of the servant, "I think it advisable that you should confess."
"The woman you speak of had nothing to do with the death of my master."
"I am not asking you that. I am inquiring her name. Answer!"
The sudden imperiousness in the detective's tone made Robert's heart sink within him. He was incapable of a prolonged struggle, and forthwith answered with all submissiveness--
"I--I--don't know her real name."
"What did she call herself?"